We did not now have Manley with his long experience, and his old rusty, but always trusty, rifle as a sure defence against possible hunger and starvation.
The old chief, and, in fact, the whole tribe, seemed pleased when we consented to go with them.

Preparations were now made, and all except the horses and four head of cattle, was conveyed across the river in the two canoes which were lashed together, while the horses and cattle were forced to swim to the other side where we camped for the night.

Next morning the clever old chief had two good horses fitted up in good style for Field and I, which we rode all of the nine days that we remained with the band, while our own run with the herd.

Our baggage was carried on some of the chief's pack-horses.

We were, in fact, his honored guests, as will hereafter appear.
All were soon mounted and off to the buffalo fields, Walker having informed us that he intended going up into the buffalo country on the head-waters of Grand River where he would remain until snow fell, when he would go to Salt Lake City, or vicinity.
Leaving the river, we set out across a not entirely barren plain, for there was much sage-brush, and several varieties of cactus.